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I am Jonathan Wild. I have arrested him in the King's name." A deep indignant groan followed. "Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you please." "No," thundered Wild. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. "No, I tell you," rejoined Jonathan, shouldering his way out of the crowd. "My mother, my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack.
He adjusted himself now to the idea of making Jean the Western star his employers seemed to think was inevitable. That night before he went to bed he wrote a play which had in it fifty-two scenes. Thirty-five of them were what is known technically as exteriors. In most of them Jean was to ride on horseback through wild places. The rest were dramatic close-ups.
Quick as lightning, supple and agile as a tiger, yielding to the intoxication of his love, and to the wild ardor excited in him by the roaring of the panther, Djalma sprang at one bound upon the stage, drew his dagger, and rushed into the cavern to recover Adrienne's nosegay.
"Drag us around now till you're done!" They left the pass and swept out upon the waste of sage. Slone realized, from the stinging of the sweet wind in his face, that Nagger was being pulled along at a tremendous pace. The faithful black could never have made the wind cut so. Lower the wild stallion stretched and swifter he ran, till it seemed to Slone that death must end that thunderbolt race.
He had, indeed, already a wild ambition to be engaged in the hired man's place, since the doctor said that that sufferer would be laid up in bed for at least three months. "I'd r-r-rather do chores any day than go to s-s-school," he announced to his companion, swallowing a large bit of bread at the same time, and thereby causing that young person to tilt her nose upwards, disdainfully.
Surely this girl must have sat by the shore and waited for her absent lover, or how could she sing with such feeling? Say, my love, why didst thou tarry Far over the deep sea? Knew'st thou not my heart was weary, Heard'st thou not how I sighed for thee! Did no light wind bear my wild despair Far over the deep sea? He could imagine that beautiful face grown pale and wild with anguish.
We feel the suggestion of an inevitable dim something beyond, to explain the unexplainable, the tragedy of character, and the tragedy of circumstance. These make the great crises which break up lives. But the play goes on with all the wild force of life itself.
Cumming, whose adventures we have already found so entertaining, had a method of hunting for wild beasts, and especially lions, which was quite curious. He dug holes near the fountains or streams, where the animals were accustomed to resort at night for water, and concealed himself and his companions in them, to wait for their approach. The following is a specimen of this kind of adventure.
Few will be able to imagine the anguish of losing a friend under such circumstances in the wide desert, where you may for ever remain uncertain how he came by his death, whether by the spear of a bandit, the claws of a wild beast, or by that still more deadly enemy, thirst.
But I said nothing to you. I loved you too much. But now it is necessary for me to tell you what I have in my heart. You are free to go to what wild island you like that is why it would be absurd for us to marry but it would be all finished between us." "That couldn't be," said Andrew. "What would become of you?" She averted her head and said abruptly, "Don't think of it."
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